Wolf's Love

In the middle of the wilderness, among the towering pine trees, lies a prosperous kingdom. The kingdom was not an ordinary kingdom, a place where existence, which was considered unreal by almost all humans, lived comfortably. That kingdom is the Kingdom of Megana, the kingdom of werewolves.

That night was the hottest night of the day and had been the talk of the werewolves for the last few months. It could be said that every corner of the kingdom was talking about the same topic in recent times. For werewolves, the moon is a holy and sacred existence. An extraordinary event related to the moon occurred that night, namely the thousandth lunar eclipse.

According to the custom that has been practiced for thousands of years when a lunar eclipse occurs, all werewolves must go out in the open, unobstructed, so that they can receive the eclipse's sacred rays. Moreover, this eclipse is the thousandth eclipse.

When the long-awaited day arrived, even before the sun had completely set on the western horizon, a horde of werewolves had occupied the forest grounds. They were trying to find the best position to gaze at the beauty of the moon and get the lightest, especially the young werewolves who had just encountered a great event in less than two hundred years of their lives.

“Isn't this wonderful? We can meet something so rare and amazing like this!” exclaimed a girl with golden curly hair that flowed freely down her back. She put her hands together and looked up at the reddish twilight sky with twinkling eyes. Never once did she think she would be this lucky, it's like he fell hit the jackpot.

Beside her was a girl with shoulder-length dark black hair, stared at her briefly before shaking her head. “Indeed this is a rare event and we are very lucky. But, please, that expression of yours scares me! Don't get too excited, keep your stamina up for tomorrow's hunt, Liz." A mocking laugh escaped her lips. Most werewolves like the thrill of the hunt, when their every sense and aggressiveness can be unleashed freely. However, no one could deny that hunting was very tiring, especially for young female werewolves and their young age.

"Oh, no," a moan escaped Liz's red lips. "You ruined my good mood, Millie." She restrained herself from clawing at her friend, thinking how good he was today. Millie just got lucky this time, but, not next time.

To form a peaceful and prosperous kingdom for thousands of years, of course, the Megana Kingdom has many rules that have been established and implemented for a long time. The rules are binding like law for all werewolves living in the kingdom, without exception. One of them is how they hunt. Not all werewolves go hunting, in which case a schedule is made. Every night some wolves leave the residential area, then hunt in all corners of the forest, then the results of the hunt will be divided equally.

"Hi." Nathaniel appeared, approaching them. He glanced at some of the younger werewolves around his age before turning to the two of them with one eyebrow raised. “You guys are enthusiastic, huh.”

"Of course!"  Liz replied with her fist in the air.  Tawahim mingled with the conversation of the other werewolves.  “Oh, I heard you got the white fox yesterday.  Can I ask the fur to make a scarf," she asked as she grabbed Nathaniel's arm, and looked at the young man hopefully.  White fox is the most popular clothing material.  It is white and soft.  Fun to wear.

Nathaniel exhaled regretfully, he let go of Liz who was stuck like gum. Liz pouted after being pushed by her friends. "I'll replace him with the deer head you like at my house one last time!" She doesn't want to give up. Liz needs a white fox fur scarf for her fashion perfection.

Millie exclaimed, “Wow!” It was Millie's favorite wall hanging, the result of her first hunt. Unexpectedly in the end he wanted to release him to Nathaniel for the fur of a white fox. Surely Liz has a big agenda, right?

"I need a white scarf to complete my winter jacket!" she said proudly. Yesterday her mother finished making herself a new light blue jacket for winter. She could even imagine how perfect he would be if her jacket was worn with a white fur scarf. All women like beautiful things, and so do themselves. It's winter soon, so Liz doesn't have much time to prepare perfectly.

"Forget it!" Nathaniel put on a slightly gloomy face. “The fox was requested by Master Arcyl. Well, indeed I have the choice to refuse." She also wanted the fox fur to be a gift to her mother, hoping to beat the snakeskin bag her older brother had given her some time ago. But, the royal leader, Arcyl, asked for it, so she can only give in. Nathaniel can only hope that in the next hunt he will have better luck.

"Too bad," Liz complained, lowering her head deeply. She was thinking about where to find soft and white fur before winter came. She didn't think what Arcyl was doing was wrong. In the life of a group of werewolves, there is always someone who excels after defeating every challenger, as the winner is worthy, and all his orders must be carried out.

"By the way, where is Tom?" Millie asked, after finally remembering one of their friends who had been invisible to his nose.

"Who knows? I haven't seen him since before," Nathaniel answered, shaking his head. He looked back up at the sky which was gradually darkening. "An eclipse will appear soon, where is the child?" Worry was heard in her tone of voice.

"As well as he doesn't make any more trouble on such an important day. The last time Arcyl was furious at him.” Liz clicked tiredly. Having a friend with lots of ideas in her head is quite draining. She was afraid that her friend would be too careless and would only have a name left.

"Hopefully so," said Millie, wishing the same for Tom. There's nothing they can do, and advice won't work on Tom, who is the most stubborn werewolf in the last thousand years. They always called Tom like that, whenever the young man did something wrong.

When the sky was almost completely dark, flocks of werewolves soon filled the forest grounds. The lunar eclipse had not happened yet and the surrounding forest looked very dark like usual at night. However, that didn't hinder the mobility of the werewolves who had keen senses of vision. Wolves are nocturnal creatures, which are active when night falls. On such a good and special day, the werewolves wore pleasant expressions and chatted with each other enthusiastically.

"Where's Arcyl? Why hasn't he come until now?” asked one in the crowd. Immediately the chatter of the werewolves stopped and changed the topic to where Arcyl, the Leader of the Megana Kingdom, is currently.